june 26. 2013
every morning i wake up, check my instagram, facebook, and email in that order. this specific
morning, i had gotten an email saying ive been identified as a possible match.
"hahahaha yeah right." i thought.
i immediately took a screenshot of the email and sent out a group message
to my mom and 3 sisters asking them if they had gotten the same email.
they hadnt.
my heart stopped.
"oh crap! everyone responded back to my message saying how cool it was
and how excited they were for me. soo.... if everyone else is excited about this,
why am i not? oh yeah, i remember.
needles.
i got out of bed and said a quick prayer. i asked my father in heaven to help me have courage and
to know what i needed to do. i knew what i needed to do instantly.
i called the number on the screen and was talking to a lady named bobbi.
she was asking me all sorts of questions.
"are you sure you want to do this?" {... thinking, no. answer:} yes
"are you pregnant?" no.
"are you in good health? yes.
i was scared out of my mind! i had to keep fanning myself {wish i was kidding} because i had no
idea what id gotten myself into!
bobbi was telling me id have to take some blood work tests to see if i really was a match for this lady.
i had to go to sjrmc and get my blood drawn. pretty sure my face was white at this point.
id told her i was absolutely terrified of needles and she kept asking
if i wanted to go through with it.
to be honest, i didnt.
i didnt want to have to get my blood drawn 5 different times.
i didnt want to have to get a needle in my hips or my arms.
i just didnt want to.
but at the same time... if i was dying or someone i loved was dying, wouldnt i be praying
for someone to help? of course i would.
plus, i might not even be the right match once i took more tests. right??
so i went to the hospital and got my blood tests taken.